Healing

Healing

As I sit here I can’t help but wonder

Will the frost enveloping my heart be thawed?

I can’t help but wish to see the clear picture

Will I ever be able to save myself from the paralyzing cold?

 

My shattered soul and my heart bereaved

See no tomorrow and no escape

When people go, memories don’t leave

They remain although they have a change of shape

 

My heart is famished, my lips are parched

For your affection and for your kisses

When I look back in retrospect

There was never really truth in your caresses



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